The patrolling commander of Pergamon was a white-haired evil old man with a fierce face, and a big scar on his face, which was releasing an aura to the people around him.

However, he himself has always been proud of this scar: "Do you know? The old man has fought for the lord of the country for 30 years, and this scar is the best testimony of that era. ”

He felt that he was very unlucky today, and when he was still sleeping in bed with a woman in his arms, he was woken up in horror by his servants.

After getting up, the patrol commander slapped the other party with his intact hand, and slapped the bastard who dared to disturb his sleep to the ground - this idiot should thank himself for only using a little strength, not spiritual power.

"Didn't I say, don't wake me up while I'm sleeping!" the patrolman who was woken up was very angry, and after slapping the bed, he hammered the bed a few times, making the poor wooden bed squeak.

At this time, the woman next to the patrol chief didn't dare to continue to pretend to be asleep, and hurriedly pretended to have just been woken up by the patrol chief, and then thoughtfully massaged the patrol chief's shoulder and persuaded him to dissipate his anger.

The beaten servant did not dare to speak to the patrol chief, but lowered his head to endure the other party's curses.

Fortunately, the patrol commander finally calmed down temporarily: "Hmph, you have been with me for a while, you don't dare to disturb me at will, say, what's the matter?"

Hearing the patrolman's question, the servant was finally able to report the situation: "Report to the master, the innkeeper has sent a report that there is a difficult mage who has protected the clown, and now he needs your help." ”

"Damn the shit! Didn't the man we're looking for come yet!Why did we fight, bastard!" The Patrolman remembered that he slept in his own bed and couldn't hammer it anymore, so he threw a punch into the air and vented his anger, "I know this money is not so easy to take!"

Speaking of this, the patrol commander stood up: "Go, call the patrol team to assemble, except for the few who paid the money on the list, the rest will all be gathered together." ”

"Yes!" the servant received the order and went out immediately.

The Acropolis of Pergamon was guarded in two systems, one consisting of guards stationed here and the other being patrols of a militia nature.

With the end of the Second Northern Invasion, Roman Hefei increased his domination over Pergamum, and the demonic beasts around Pergamon were gradually driven away.

But you also have to have money to eat, and for those who don't have money, or are not willing to pay, they still have to go to the patrol honestly.

During the heyday of Hephie, the Acropolis' patrols were theoretically patrolled day and night, a total of six times a day, with six patrol chiefs alternately in charge of patrol leaders.

However, now that the patrol of the Acropolis of Pergamon is a person with no patrol training at all, and it is also six patrol commanders, then at this time, it is not expected that the patrol commander will seriously carry out every patrol mission.

But even though the patrol commander was a bastard, he still knew some basic truths—or didn't dare not know them, such as having to do things after receiving money.

A few days ago, a mysterious strong man came to his house and gave him a sum of money to complete a task. That is to find someone to go to the hotel to clean up the clown, and then throw the clown into prison and commit suicide on the charge of making trouble, but the incident must be made in the daytime and in public.

After saying this, before the patrol commander could answer, the mysterious strong man left the deposit and left.

Since that person had already left, there was no way, although the patrol commander still felt that this person was a little suspicious, but he was afraid of the other party's methods, and under the threat of huge remuneration and strength, he finally accepted the deposit.

The patrolman's original plan was to find a gangster leader, beat the clown in the early morning when the crowd was at least, while the clown was leaving the hotel, and go again.

As for the innkeeper, he took some part of his remuneration and compensated the boss so that he would not interfere when there was a disturbance at the inn.

Then, when the matter was in trouble, he fulfilled his duty as the patrolman, went to the hotel to arrest the troublemakers, and then took the poor clown into prison, and took advantage of the night to click the knife, and the reward was in hand.

But because the gangster who has had many friendly cooperation with him, now because he was summoned by the boss to go out, he hasn't found a suitable candidate, so the plan is still temporarily suspended, why did he suddenly start it in advance?

Although I don't know what's going on, the important thing now is to go there first, anyway, the person who gave himself the deposit didn't stipulate how to make trouble, as long as he hit the clown.

The patrol chief got up from the bed, put on the protective gear with trembling hands, and trotted all the way to the meeting place, on the way to run, the patrol chief sighed the ruthlessness of the years: "I didn't expect Lao Tzu to wear things so hard now, I have fought a lifetime." ”

In addition to the speed at which he was dressed, the patrol commander immediately saw something that made him even more sad, that is, the patrol, and when he arrived at the meeting place, there were only a few patrolmen standing on it, and the wind blew it even more gloomy.

Seeing this appearance, the patrol commander couldn't help but scold: "You group of waste! You can't even call the patrol! No wonder you were beaten by Lao Tzu back then!"

Hearing the roar of the patrol chief, a young man retorted dissatisfiedly: "Patrol Chief! We were still sleeping when your servant suddenly woke us up, I can ask my younger brother to go to the union and the workshop owner to ask for leave, and the others don't go to ask for leave."

Before the young man could finish speaking, he was punched by the patrol chief, and although the patrol chief was old, his cultivation surpassed the young man, and the young man was punched away by the patrol chief.

"I mean, you should have so many rounds?"

"Do you know! Lao Tzu followed the current lord of the country on the Northern Expedition, from Sifei to Hefei Yuna, I have never been to any place! I joined the army when I was a teenager, and I have been in the army for more than 30 years, and I know nothing but war, and the lord of the country has mercy on us and arranged a way for us to live. ”

At this time, the patrol chief's face became even more fierce: the young man who was beaten down even began to tremble: "In the lord's personal barracks, how can there be any reason for this or that, if the lord of the country tells you to shirk, then there is only one result: hanging!"

"Ramo, do you know? The eldest son of the lord of the country, his uncle was hanged by the lord of the kingdom himself because he was late for the battle in Sifei! Now, I just asked you to gather, but one by one, you actually pushed five and pushed six!"

Speaking of this, the patrol commander unreservedly released his spiritual power and smashed it to the side of the field, and was immediately smashed into a big pit by the spiritual power: "My slave!

Several of the patrolman's cronies nodded, and then acted immediately: "Yes, my master. ”

Although the servants went to urge people, it was only a small Acropolis, and many of the people who were supposed to serve in the patrol still lived on the outskirts of the Acropolis.

Ahem, according to Roman Hephi's law, residents should live in the patrol camp while serving in the patrol, and the local agency must raise their own funds to pay for the losses caused by the patrol.

However, it is not of any soft use, after all, this is only a legal provision, once the field operation is a mess, not to mention that Roman Hefei has been fighting a war for decades, and the implementation of these provisions has gradually deviated from the original intention.

In the case of Pergamum, all the people who were supposed to serve in the patrol were now in their own homes, so the patrol was swallowed up by the patrol chief and other bureaucrats.

Patrols used to be called in the morning, patrolled once at noon as six patrols a day, patrolled until the afternoon and then disbanded, and patrolled again the day after tomorrow - at least that's about the Acropolis of Pergamum, where the monsters and bandits were extinct, otherwise the patrol commander would never dare to do that.

Listening to the footsteps of his servants in the distance, and the complaints of those weak and incompetent waste Hefeiren, the patrolman's gaze looking at the sky, his always fierce gaze, actually took on a bit of desolation.

Wang Nima, when will we have to gather all the people?

And by this time, the hotel had fallen into a very embarrassing situation.

The untroubled areas outside and inside the hotel are already full of idle passers-by, those who have to work at the bottom have left here, and most of those who remain are people who are okay with their lives, and are eager for something extraordinary to happen to disrupt their boring lives - if the protagonist of the matter is not himself, so much the better.

On the first floor of the room, the owner of the hotel and the thugs hired by the owner have now surrounded themselves to prevent the few people inside from escaping.

At the heart of the corner are Leng Yi, the Joker, the Mage, and the Raider.

It has been so long since the trouble began, and the sun has gone from revealing the white of the fish's belly to fully rising. Leng Yi was tired of shaking the wooden cup, the mages who stepped on the attacker were already tired of standing, and replaced the left foot of the attacker with his right foot, and as for the clown, he also sat opposite Leng Yi.

The two sides maintained an awkward stalemate like this, and at this time, Leng Yi finally fully understood the mood of the God of Light when the enemy was closed five hundred years ago.

Is it because I cheated that the other party actually has no backhand? The innkeeper surrounded me in the hope that I would starve to death?

Just as Leng Yi was thinking wildly, there was commotion and footsteps in the crowd of onlookers, and the faint sound of "The Patrol Commander is coming" was faintly heard.

Hearing this, whether it was Leng Yi, the innkeeper, the mage, or the attacker, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Big brother, you're finally here! And why is it so slow!